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Fixing

I want to connect your moles,
To make them into constellations
That spread over your
Entire body.

And I want to sew your skin.
I need to reconnect the pieces
Torn apart by your own hand
With mine.

I will reach into the deepest
Crevices of your mind
To disband the tribes of monsters
Alive inside.




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